A/N Hey all! First story. No flames please, they'll be ignored and thus a total waste of time. Constructive criticism welcomed. And if there's any confusion please don't hesitate to ask. I will try my best to reply to each and every review. Hope y'all enjoy! =)

Disclaimer: don't own Danny Phantom. I do, however, own Malcolm, Murphy, Brittany and Jenna. And the plot too of course. So no touchie!

Chapter 1

Another year... A twenty-two year old Daniel Fenton thought as he made his way into the local strip club with his best friends, a bitter look adorning his handsome features. 'At least I get to drink and have a little... fun...'

"You guys ready for tonight? I hear the theme is 'Rockin' Roulette'. And they're serving free drinks from 9 to 12! What a way to start summer vacation..." Tucker Foley said with a dreamy sigh beside Danny.

"This ought to be interesting... 'Rockin' Roulette'? What? Are they gonna carry guns around and threaten suicide if we don't pay them? Then again... I like 'em all emo-y..." the girl-obsessed tomboy said with an evil smirk on her lips beside Tucker. Jenna-Lee Connor has been by Tucker's side from the first day she laid her first punch on him. Both majoring in computer science, Jenna was the most beautiful girl Tucker had ever had the pleasure to be harshly rejected by. Not to mention a technological genius, which, of course, lead Tucker to believe that he had truly found his soul mate. Of course, tha millisecond after he greeted her and she abruptly told him with a scowl that she was 'playing for the other team'. After two seconds of confusion and a (not so) bright idea forming in Tucker's ever optimistic head, he asked the worst possible question any guy could ask a temperamental lesbian on PMS: "So... can I watch then?"

Needless to say, Tucker donned a nice shiner on his left eye for the next two weeks. Though, after much prompting from Danny and a couple of sleepless nights over the auburn-haired, emerald-eyed beauty, he apologised. They've been painfully inseparable ever since they realised how much they actually had in common. Painful, because after four years of late night studying together along with one-sided 'blushy moments', Tucker vowed to make Jenna his wife one day. A dream that had him carrying a heavy heart for he knew it was futile.

"Whoah..." Danny breathed out once they entered the club. None of them had ever been there before. Partly because, according to Danny, it was a dodgy club once he read an article about three people being killed there two weeks before, and partly because Tucker said he wouldn't be able to stand and watch as Jenna threw herself over the opposite sex and he'd be able to do nothing about it.

What Danny saw before him took his breath away. It was a two-story club with a huge stage on the ground floor of the club, straight across from the entrance were several metal poles situated neatly across from each other. Colours of pink, blue, green, orange, yellow and purple swivelled in all their neon glory across the dance floor in the centre which reminded Danny of a Roman arena. A bar was situated on the entire left wall with at least twenty- Danny counted- bartenders. On his right he saw sophisticated looking tables and chairs with various couples on them getting... acquainted... Upstairs he guessed were for V.I.P's only when he noticed two bulky bouncers standing on either side of the staircase that led to the next level of the club.

'Tonight...' Danny thought as he and his two friends made their way to the bar for the first of many rounds for the night, 'is the night I refuse to look back. Tonight I'm gonna bury this everlasting hell. Forever.'

***

"Brittany! Get your ass over here and help my tie this God-forsaken leather torture device!" Alison Adams called over to her 'colleague'.

The busty blonde grumbled and ran over to where Ali was standing. "Geeze Adams! Way to procrastinate! Why the fuck do you always come in so late?! You're up in like two minutes!"

Ali just growled several profanities under her breath at the annoying blonde. She was going to kill Murphy for this. Not only did her outfit consist completely of leather, which, by the way, wasn't as sexy and indulging for the wearer as it was for the customer, but she also had to wear 6 inch heeled, thigh-high black, leather stilettos. Oh, and did she mention the metal gun attached to her left thigh? A real gun by the way, though unloaded it still felt like it weighed a ton. How the hell was she supposed to dance around and dry-hump a pole in this? Oh... She was definitely going to kill Murphy...

"ALI!!!" Brittany yelled as she was snapped from her thoughts. She looked down. The corset was already tied up and her... erm... shorts, for lack of a better word, were zipped up as well. She was ready to go.

"Will you get a move on?! Your song's already starting!" Brittany yelled again. Ali, fully aware of her surroundings now, gave herself a once over in the mirror to make sure everything was in check before making her way to the stage.

"Ladies and gentleman... Allow me to present the enticing and sensual seductress to be the first, but not the only, to warm your seats tonight... Siren..."

'Way to be overly fucking dramatic Malcolm', Ali sneered as the song to Britney Spears' version of I love Rock n' Roll began to pulse through the speakers and ignite the false sensuality in her stride as she slowly, yet purposefully made her way from out of the shadows and onto the stage where she could hear hundreds of wolf-calls along with thunderous cheers and applause which would promise to make her stay for the rest of the night, and quite possibly longer. She could feel her heart beat in annoyance when the image of a restless, caged tiger swiftly made its way through her mind. She shook it off and almost abruptly replaced that thought with a sense of numbness. She was on autopilot now. This was her job. And she would do it. No matter how much she just wanted to load her gun and bring justice to the copied off term Russian Roulette.

***

Danny, meanwhile, was flourishing in the same sense of numbness, albeit alcohol induced. Beside him Tucker and Jenna were sluggishly swaying to the music of the newly revised song the first stripper was starting to dance to. His eyes drowsily washed over the dancer's svelte form. She looked like the devil's mistress in her leather corset, leather, what he was guessing was lingerie and her thigh-high leather stilettos. 'Shit, is that a gun?!' he thought as his eyes scanned the perfectly toned, yet limitedly exposed flesh of her thighs. Her dark hair cascaded down her back and tickled the bare small of her back where a delicate tattoo could be seen. As she swayed her hips seductively to the music she wrapped one leg around the pole in front of her while grasping it with the opposite hand and arched her back in an impossible angle, Danny could all but keep his throat from going dry and just kept on lazily chugging back the pure vodka which he desperately clung to in his left hand.

"Whoah... Dude... Check out the body on that piece of ass... I must've died and gone to hell..." Jenna drawled out breathily beside Danny. Danny didn't even have to look to know that Tucker was fuming. Poor Tucker... He just couldn't win...

Danny's attention snapped back to the stage in curiosity as he heard the crowd around him explode into another wave of applause and wolf-calls. There she was, topless and still clutched to the pole from before and gently, yet hard enough to award her another round of applause, she started grinding the smooth, metal pole. Oh God how he envied that pole right now.

She slowly twirled herself around the pole twice before heading to the centre of the stage as the chorus resounded roughly through the speakers. By some paranormal granted speed –and he was ever so thankful to whatever being bestowed that gift upon her- she ripped off her horrible excuse for shorts to reveal an equally enticing diamond-studded thong. The crowd gasped and for two seconds he could've sworn he'd be able to cut the sexual tension that was being omitted by the overly drunk people around him. None of them had lives, he concluded. Either that or everyone in there had simply come here, like him, to forget. 'However impossible a task that is...'

His thoughts were cut short when he felt a pair of small hands gently being placed on his shoulders. He gazed up to a pair of glazed over amethyst eyes and an equally coloured set of lips deliciously curved into a smirk. Suddenly the pressure on his shoulders increased as she jumped from the stage and threw her legs around his waist.

At that moment, he couldn't breathe. Partly because she was clinging to him for dear life and silently begging him not to let go, and partly because of what he saw in her eyes. It wasn't lust, she was hurt. He could literally feel the pain behind those beautiful orbs cut through his heart. For a second he felt like pitying her. And then he remembered why he was here in the first place. So naturally he did what any gentleman would do in his position when she roughly started nibbling at the base of his neck.

He pulled out a hundred.

'Maybe... it's not so impossible after all...'

A/N And that's the end of chapter 1! Next chapter will be up as soon as receive at least 10 reviews... Hehe... Greedy lil bugger, aren't I? =p